Time Tree
Time Tree
World peace
want peace
seek first peace with heaven
and you will see galaxies rise and fall
unto her glory
but that’s not what this poem is about
but then again, maybe
Origin becomes bark
as the light imprints the heart
at a steady pace
six days then rest
like spring and summer grain
where some travel the rifts of time tree
growing in the garden of our Lord
pray your presence bares fruit
or at least some yummy nuts and/or vegetables
now go and find some clothes that you’re comfortable in
and we all find ones that fit
some like a noose around their neck
I prefer drytear.net
poetry soup and
poetry poetics
and other sites and
time passes and some of the names I forget
but I know the words will grow up and take flight
like some scrappy little kid sitting in the corner
mumbling and whispering and all kinda shy
his hand I pray, never has to pack up
and move in the middle of the night
and run far away
the things we write
the things we do and say
the thoughts we keep
the skeletons we heap
the shady side of the hill
seems just as steep
and some days I'm so tired
I just want to go home and sleep
but in a world of war and turmoil
there is no peace
except the peace being imprinted
on the heart of the age old
time tree
and I wonder who will see
the abstract I painted near the top of this piece
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2010
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